Ivan
I was losing my mind.
We searched for hours and came up empty. The last trace of her was in a building closed for renovations, but the only thing we'd found was chains, blood, and the unmistakable smell of a werewolf, a rogue. What were they doing working with that bastard's family? Rogues were unpredictable on the best day but usually based their actions on survival. This one smelt off. There was something different about it, and that didn't alleviate my shattered nerves.
"She found us." Luke reminds me for the millionth time. "She was smart. She called the company number."
He was right. Nefera hadn't had her phone on her, and we didn't know if she'd learned anyone's number or could even make a call.